Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 12:25:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Simms
Subject: For RIcher or For Poorer Chapter 3
In an abandoned rundown warehouse on the Southside of Chicago, muffled
screams permeated the quiet night air. A muscular yet somewhat overweight
man stood over a terrified and battered body of a young brunette
lady. After the initial assault he hoisted her up by her wrists, chained
together. She screamed in agony at the pain. The man was drunk and drugged
out. She could smell the tequila radiating off him. She vomited from the
smell and the torture. He also was on a three day crack binge, and was
extremely agitated and completely paranoid.
SLAP!!! He punched her in the face for puking all over him, and shoved his
knife up against her throat. She cried out in pain again. "SHUT UP,
BITCH!!! I'm gonna gut you like a pig, you stupid slut. You failed to
please me, you cunt! Time to die you ungrateful whore!!!" he said in his
drugged out and drunken anger, "you are gonna pay for that, you stupid
bitch!!!"
"Please don't kill me, I'll do better... I... I pr-pro-promise."
"It's too late for that, slut."
The woman, chained and suspended from the ceiling of the walk-in freezer by
meat hooks, began sobbing at the fact she was going to die. The sinister
figure got behind her and ripped her already bloody panties and shoved his
knife into her, eliciting blood curdling screams. After a couple minutes he
took the knife to her stomach and bellowed in her ear, "Now that you've
started bleeding, it's time to make a sacrifice. There is isn't enough
blood here."
At this point she could barely stay conscious after losing so much blood,
but the sadistic monster wasn't done yet. He ripped the poor girl's blouse
and began stabbing her in the breasts and abdomen, resulting in even more
anguished cries. "Please just kill me. Finish me off," she cried, resigned
to her fate.
"With pleasure." He said snidely. At that he dragged the blade across her
throat, finally putting an end to her torture.
He then picked her lifeless body up off the hooks, wrapped her up in
industrial plastic sheeting and put her in the van waiting outside. After
cleaning up the kill site and burning his and the woman's bloody clothes,
he set off for the state line to dump the body, in a place that mobsters
from the Al Capone and Dillinger eras dubbed affectionately "The Dumping
Grounds."
After arriving at their new apartment off campus at Marquette and
unpacking, Bryce and Davis, called Bryce's older brother James, a senior at
UW-Milwaukee. After a few beers and pizza, they began talking about what
happened the day prior. James, angry at the fact that Davis, the guy he
came to love as his little brother, was disrespected and screamed at
because he wouldn't sleep with a sleazy girl in a bathroom, he lost it and
began ranting about how she was probably on something and could have easily
given Davis a disease.
"That woman deserved more of a tongue-lashing than you gave her, little
bros, she should be in jail instead of trying to force herself on other
people," James said pointedly.
"I know but we were terrified and after coming out to her, I panicked and
just wanted to get the hell out of there," Davis said. Bryce, stunned that
Davis would out himself to his older brother, began rubbing his back
affectionately, sending shock waves to Davis' crotch. This action by Bryce
and Davis' reaction wasn't lost on James. He smiled a little knowing about
Bryce's crush.
Davis on the other hand, had to use all his willpower to keep from ripping
all of Bryce's clothes and fucking him on the couch in front of James,
blissfully unaware that Bryce had the same thoughts going through his
mind. After drinking a few more beers and watching the Cubs get embarrassed
by the Brewers, the boys said bye to James and headed to their place. After
talking to the parents, they turned in, exhausted from the alcohol, before
tackling a busy day of registration and orientation.
As the weeks passed by and classes got ramped up, the guys began meeting
new people. Neither of them were big partiers and Bryce and Davis were 4.0
students, both graduating in the top two percent in high school, so it
really surprised Davis when Bryce would disappear for hours and then come
home drunk. Bryce's drinking and sudden vanishing acts became clear when in
the cafeteria Bryce introduced Xander Pollack as his friend from Delta
Sigma Alpha, the big fraternity at Marquette Davis' surprise turned to
jealousy when Xander practically ignored him after being introduced and
began recruiting Bryce to the fraternity he was Rush Chairman of. It got
ramped up further when Bryce, who had never shown any interest in
fraternity life before, seemed riveted to everything he said. What made it
worse was Bryce began ignoring him too.
Xander Pollack was a god. 6'4" 250 lbs. of pure football muscle. "He
probably has a big cock too," he scoffed to himself.
After ten minutes of conversation, Xander asked Bryce, "Why don't you come
to the mixer tonight?" Bryce oblivious to Davis' darkening mood agreed.
When Xander got up to leave he said, "Come on, how about you follow me to
the house and meet the rest of the brothers?" Bryce agreed and to Davis'
consternation didn't even ask if he was coming or even say goodbye.
"What the fuck just happened?" he thought dejectedly.
After Bryce's agreement and walking off with Xander, Davis, heartbroken,
got up and walked off angrily back to the apartment. After eight hours of
Bryce not showing up at the apartment, Davis' anger got the best of him and
began drinking heavily and passed out on the couch. When Bryce got home at
4 in the morning, drunk himself, he didn't even realize his best friend had
fallen asleep after crying himself to exhaustion.
When Davis realized that Bryce's obliviousness to his friend's feelings
continued into next day, Davis began to ignore him, but his anger suddenly
began to build when Bryce began to talk about how Xander got him into a bar
the previous night and talking about pledging. When the tension began to
get thicker, Davis had enough and walked out slamming the door to the
apartment behind him. Bofore he left he screamed out, "Why don't you go
move into the frat house then? Asshole!"
Davis' storming out left a stunned-looking Bryce looking on with confusion
and disbelief at his friend's outburst. "What the fuck?!?" he said after a
few seconds of stunned silence.
Davis stormed out and drove off angrily, not knowing where to go. He drove
for hours finally stopping in Chicago and got a hotel room, and paying a
man to get him some vodka and tequila, he got blitzed and cried for the
state of his friendship.
Bryce called Davis ten times that night but after the first two the calls
went to voice mail. Wondering what the hell he did he walked around campus
trying to find his best friend without success, but he did run into Xander
again. Forgetting all about the outburst, he joined him and some of the
other brothers but soon got tired of listening to the tales of sexual
conquests and not knowing where Davis went off to. After a couple hours of
this he had had enough.
"I'm gonna head out, my roommate and I need to talk, we had a fight this
morning and he's ignoring me."
"Come on bro, fuck him. He obviously doesn't give a fuck about you, just
storming out about last night. He's probably pissed off about not being
invited." Xander quips indignantly.
Everyone laughed except Bryce. "You don't know him. He is my best
friend. How can you not invite him? I just thought he didn't want to come."
The boys laughed again and Bryce's anger built.
"Come on, he's bad news. He's a fucking Caldwell, for God's sake!" as if
that explained everything.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Bryce asked heatedly.
"His father is an asshole and a pariah. He was a part of this frat until
he beat the fuck out of this gay guy from the frat when he found out about
his sexuality. I heard his brother is just as bad at Michigan. How can you
be best friends with someone like that?" Xander says just as heatedly, not
liking being pushed by some freshman.
Standing up and tossing his drink at Xander, he yelled, "You know what?
FUCK YOU!!! He is nothing at all like his homophobic asshole of a father or
brother. You don't know shit about him. You know, I was interested in this
frat because it's a gay friendly fraternity and I wanted to have Davis come
along with me. The problem is all I see a bunch of prejudiced asshole frat
boys that believe that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Well guess
what? In Davis' case the tree was on a hill and his apple rolled down the
fucking hill so far away from that tree." He got up, put money down and
left without saying goodbye leaving a slack-jawed Xander and the rest of
the fraternity sitting in shock.
He returned to the apartment and broke down. After calling his father with
the latest events, a concerned Michael told him to just sleep it off and
let Davis calm down. After hanging up he went to sleep.
Over the next two days and Davis still being a no show, his concern
multiplied. He began to get agitated when Xander kept trying to take him
out for drinks with the boys. He just walked away and ignored him. He got
so worried that on the third day of Davis not showing up, he began to look
for Davis with James and a couple of concerned frat brothers, albeit
without any success, not knowing he had driven back to Chicago.
After four days of binge drinking, Davis returned to an empty apartment,
and in his emotional state, got even drunker, completely unaware Bryce was
looking for him. Davis unintentionally got too drunk and after four days of
binging on alcohol and eating nothing but pizza he got dizzy, threw up, and
blacked out hitting his head on the sink putting him into unconsciousness.
The situation got worse for Bryce, when, after arriving back to the
apartment and seeing Davis' BMW in the lot, rushed through the door,
stopped in his tracks at the state of their shared place, and finding beer
bottles strewn all over the place and an obviously drunk Davis passed out
in a pile of vomit and blood in the bathroom, he realized something was
terribly wrong.
Yes they've been shitty drunk together, but the sad state he found the man
he was in love with in, made his heart break. It shattered when he tried to
wake him up but could barely find a pulse. Crying he called 911 as well as
his older brother James.
Ten minutes later, Davis was rushed to the ER, with a very sad and worried
Bryce looking hopelessly on wondering if his friend will live and a worried
older brother James, who was also heartbroken because over the last twelve
years he's come to think Davis as another little brother to him.
"He's gonna be okay little bro."
Bryce didn't respond, but broke down when doctors and nurses began rushing
through the doors to the OR. James tried to comfort him, but broke down
himself.
Meanwhile, Doctor Isiah Hamilton began furiously working to revive Davis,
who wasn't responding to the pumping of his stomach. After fifteen minutes,
Davis began to fade and flat lined. "CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE!!! WE'RE LOSING
HIM!!!"
Meanwhile Waukegan Police detectives found the body of a young lady
wrapped in plastic and looked like she had been through hell. Stabbed,
sexually assaulted, and beaten, the body was unidentifiable until went for
a autopsy. At autopsy, Dr. Madeline Harris found DNA under her fingernails
and a rape kit was done. When her DNA came back, she was finally
identified: Melissa Abernathy. Melissa was in the system for prostitution
and drug charges.
As the body was being identified, a shadowy figure went into the DNA lab
and swiped the rape kit leaving the only DNA sample the one taken under her
fingernails: Davis Caldwell.